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Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Get Over Yourself

I'm trying to help The Romanian with the visa process at the UASS embassy. Holy schmidt! The instructions alone are 4 pages long. I had a hard time decyphering all the stuff - I can't imagine what would happen if someone who doesn't speak a wholelottaenglish tried to figure it out. You have to fill in an online application, schedule an interview online, get bank statements, salary statements, documents translated from Arabic to English, documents authenticated by the UASS embassy. You have to go to (specifically) Burgan bank and get a 40 kd non-refundable application fee. What a bunch of hooey. Personally, if I was going to any other country in the world that asked for this much stuff - I would tell them to go F themselves and visit another country. But hey, we are going to visit my family (in the "most democratic country in the world") so what can I say?

I'm so tired from the heat lately that I don't even have a really good handle on what I am accomplishing these days. Ok, add to that the confusion of having to search for a new home and having to decypher the inner workings of the male mind (Bu Merdas). Somebody please hand me some Prozac!

Why is it that one minute, you are totally ready to jump on a man and the next you just want to smack the shit out of him? Does anyone have a good answer for that? Maybe I should jump him and smack him (I did actually - he likes). "Come here, baby." Yummmmmmm.

Is it the hot weather or are men just more excitable than usual lately? My God - I can't go anywhere these days without coming home with a fistfulla numbers. Of course, 85% are weirdos and crackpots, but still. I haven't bought a Wonderbra in a while, so I know it can't be me. Today, I didn't even bother to wash my hair (I am NEVER at work on time and this morning it was critical) and I came to work looking like a freak and one of the other managers told me that I look "wild and sexy". What is UP with that??? Maybe tomorrow I'll come in with no make up and smudge some dirt on my face.

A few years ago, I bought some of those really ugly gag "Billybob" teeth from Spencer Gifts (or somewhere equally as stupid) at the mall. I kept them in my car and every time a youngster started following me, I would pop them in and give him a big ole smile.... That was, of course, until I came to the realization that THEY DON'T CARE. It doesn't matter HOW you look... they are still going to try to "get" you. One charmer actually gave me the thumbs-up. The only guy who was smart enough to (literally) burn rubber out of the vicinity was a guy who had Bahraini plates. Obviously, Bahraini youngins have more sense. Kuwait: Where the men are men and the sheep are scared. (I'm just playing - no hate mail please. I love Kuwaiti men... read my archives.) Baaaaaaaaaa

heh, funny you mention the visa nightmare. We're palnning a family trip to NYC in August. Im scheduled for my interview in a few weeks (in Hungary). I just got back from a trip to Iran, so it will be interesting to see their reaction to my Iranian visa. I considered getting a new passport, but my dad reminded me that his passport has every imaginable Arab visa stamp in it, so if we're going down, we're going down together :o)

By the way, if you'd like to see my pics from Iran, I made a website for them:http://iran08.blogspot.com/

About Me

American semi-Kuwaiti living, working, eating, boating, and observing in Kuwait. Born in America, but raised with Kuwaitis, I get culture shock on both continents. No one understands me, but my dog, and she still gives me strange looks once in a while.
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Life in the Desert

I danced in the desert,I swam by the shores, I spent warm nights under starlit blankets of silver,I made friends from far-away placesI ate and drank and savored it allI loved and was lovedWhat more could anyone ask for?